Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2007 21:03:35 -0600 From: Xavier L Subject: Playing Pool Playing Pool by Xavier L This is a fictional story containing sex between an unrelated man and his son's teenaged friend. If you have a hard time separating fantasy from reality, or if this theme turns you off, you shouldn't continue reading. If you are interested in my other stories, you can find them listed in the Authors section under XavierL (toward the bottom of the list). If you have ideas or fantasies you'd like to see turned into stories, feel free to email me. Please feel free to email me with comments or if you'd like to be notified when there are new stories or updates to existing ones at xavier.stories@gmail.com. My 16-year-old son Derek's best friend, Tom, also 16, has been practically living at our house for the last year or so. He has a truly crap family, and he has sort of adopted us I guess. To be honest I've never felt overly comfortable around him. It's just the way he looks at me. Like he's thinking something, and I just don't know what it is. He's good-looking kid--light brown hair, green eyes, an athlete's build--but he never seems to have a girlfriend that lasts for long. Course with his home life, he probably doesn't know how to handle a relationship. My son was going to be gone overnight, and so I decided to take this opportunity to speak with Tom about stuff like this. We had pizza and then headed into the rec room to play some pool. He was soaking up the attention, and I felt some pity for him. He said he hasn't really played pool before, so he needed some guidance. That statement seemed bizarre to me since I know him and Derek play pool frequently, but I figured maybe he was just gunning for attention. I could understand that; however, that odd feeling I've had around him intensified at times when I had to stand behind him and guide his pool stick to make a shot. He seemed to . . . well, it felt seductive. After a couple of games, and a few glasses of scotch in me, he suggested we play strip pool. I had had enough alcohol in me to just shrug and say ok. I should've also noticed how his playing worsened mysteriously, but I didn't. Another scotch thank you. He kept smiling at me, and I was oblivious. Finally he was down to his underwear. I had my shirt off, but that was it. Once again he needed help. I stood behind him and didn't think twice about how he seemed to press against me with his ass. In fact, he kind of wiggled his ass into me, and I felt my dick getting a little hard. It had been a long time since I had had sex with anyone, but never with a guy. Beyond some mutual JO when I was a teen of course. I slinked my arm around his torso and let it rest on his torso as I helped him set up for his next shot. Suddenly he reached behind himself and gripped my ass. I found myself pushing up against his warm body even more firmly. I felt his buns squeeze against my growing dick. He put his stick down and pushed against me again. I stood there and watched as he turned around between my arms. He was staring me deeply in the eyes. Fueled by his plotting and/or his lust, his eyes seemed greener than before. He was smiling victoriously, and I felt his hand rubbing on my crotch. I closed my eyes and let myself savor his touch. Robotically my hand moved to his groin as well and started rubbing a rather sizable wood covered by his white briefs. He leaned into my chest, and I felt his hot breath and then lips cover my right nipple and start sucking on it. My horniness was flooding to the surface. I gripped the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down freeing his young cock. I immediately gripped it and starting stroking it as his lips moved to my other nipple. Suddenly I felt my shorts and boxers being lowered followed by his fingers wrapping around my cock. Fueled by my own exploding lust, I released his dick, pulled his head up and roughly began kissing him, my tongue thrusting into his mouth. When I broke our kiss, he smiled, and I watched him sink to his knees. Some part of my mind screamed for me to stop him, but there was no way I was going to do that. I gripped his head as I felt my rod sink into his hot throat. This was obviously not his first time. He deep throated my 7+-inch cock readily. I pushed his head against the wood of the pool table and started pumping his mouth. At one point he slipped my cock out of his mouth, and gratefully I felt his lips against my low hangers. He was gently sucking on my sac, and it was driving me wild. He quite way too soon. He stood up, kissed me, and smiled. I moved my hand to start stroking him again silently praying he would return to sucking my dick. But he had other ideas. We were standing at the head of the table, and I watched him climb up onto the table. He got on all fours, his ass pointing at my face. I watched him look at me and then signal with his head for me to join him. Hypnotized by his perfect mounds, I stepped out of my shorts and underwear and joined him on the table. I spread apart his cheeks and saw his puckered hole. It was glistening, and I touched it and realized what it was. "You're already lubed up!" I said. "Fuck me Daddy!" he replied. "Daddy?"? He had never called me Dad or anything like it. It was always "Mike." So what did I do? I moved up closer, said "OK, son. Daddy's gonna give you his big dick right now!" I guided my cock into his ass. As soon as enough had entered for me to let go, I moved my hands to his hips and continued guiding my cock into his tight ass. "Yes Daddy! I want your cock!" "You want it hard, son?" I asked, joining in eagerly. "Yes! Fuck me HARD!" I gripped his hips and then shoved my rod forward. I heard him straining as my thick dick plunged into his hole. When his ass had swallowed my cock, I playfully slapped him on the ass and then began fucking him like he wanted it. I started pulling my cock out far and then shoving it back in. He moaned and occasionally cried "Yes!" with each thrust. My knees were already hurting. "We need to get off the table," I said and pulled out of him. He climbed down off the table, and I reached out and spun him around, pushing his head down as he assumed the position. I guided the head of my dick into his ass again and then shoved the rest of my inches deep into him. I grabbed a fistful of hair and began fucking the hell out his tight ass. He was moaning loudly as I plowed him. His ass muscles had such a tight grip on my cock, I could feel my orgasm building already. I released his hair and took a firmer grip on his hips as I continued slamming into him. He was moaning like a banshee as my thick meat penetrated his insides deeply, my balls slapping against him. I was tingling all over, my breath felt ragged at times, and both our bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat. I tried slowing down to make it last a little, but his ass and my cock wouldn't have it! I concentrated on deep thrusts instead, and within seconds, my fingers dug into his smooth skin a little harder as my load exploded into his ass. His muscles once again clamped down hard on my spasming dick. I could feel my cock pumping volleys of my jizz. He would relax and then clamp down again, and my dick would pump some more. I couldn't believe I had that much to unload! As my orgasm slowed down, I reached around and grabbed his dick. For the first time I really noticed how it felt in my hand. What had felt like a good-sized rod in his briefs proved to be just that. He was almost as hung as I was! I began stroking him faster, my meat still firmly wedged in his hungry hole. It didn't take much before I felt his hot cum on my hand. It was a weird sensation, but I could feel his dick twitching from the inside. It was kind of a turn-on! When his cock had stopped, I finally pulled out. "I need to sit down," I said and headed for the couch. I picked up my boxers along the way and used them to wipe his boy juice from my hand. I plopped down on the sofa trying to catch my breath. I was slightly dizzy. Was that from the alcohol or the incredible sex? I didn't know. I watched his trim naked form as he walked over to the wet bar. I heard him turn on the water and then saw him approaching me with a wet cloth. "What you doing?" I asked. "Going to clean you off." I watched him as he took my semifirm cock and gently wiped it with the wash rag. His attention surprisingly started brining it back to life. I saw him set aside the cloth, and then I licked my lips in anticipation as I watched him sink to his knees between my legs again. I felt his hot breath surround my dick as he slowly got me hard again. He looked up at me as I watched my meat disappear into his mouth. I smiled at him and reached out and tousled his hair. "You're a good son Tom." My cock dropped out of his mouth as he lowered his head to my balls. My head fell back as he sucked on them. I moved my foot to his leg, and he moved back so that I could rub his cock with my toes. As he serviced me I started to feel just a little guilty that he was pleasuring me so much, and all he got was a brief hand job. He returned my rod to his mouth, and I started guiding his head down further. I've never had the desire to suck cock before, but I was horny enough I probably would've done anything at this point! "Tom, get on the couch," I said. As he released my cock, I brought my legs up and stretched out on the couch on my side. He looked confused and was trying to figure out how to get to my cock. "No, lay down like me but with your mouth on my dick." He did as I instructed. He didn't really get what I was going to do, so I had to help him position, and we both had a little maneuvering to do, as he lay down on the couch. His circumcised cock stared me in the face, and his throat took me to oblivion. I opened my mouth wide and started slowly sucking his dick. I noticed an increased intensity to his sucking as I did this, and it became a chain reaction to the point where we were furiously sucking each other's cock loudly and with muffled moaning. He started pumping his cock into my mouth, and it gagged me almost every time. I desperately tried to find whatever it would take to keep from gagging and still get more of his hard flesh into my throat. After many failed attempts, through trial and error I finally got a rhythm worked out so that I could get most of his young dick into my throat. With my nose so close to his brown pubes, I could smell his musk and finally noticed the saltiness of his sweaty skin, a remnant from our pool table workout. I rolled over forcing him onto his back and started fucking his face as I continued blowing him. My legs were bent with my feet resting on the arm of the couch. It started to get uncomfortable and was messing with my flow. I got off of him and, kneeling on the floor, shoved the coffee table away. I merely motioned to the floor, and he slid down and lay on his back on the cool hardwood floor, his legs spread widely. I slowly stroked his cock as I took his hairy sac into my mouth and worked them with my lips and tongue. His greedy mouth was trying to get to my cock, and so I returned to my position on top of him. I thrust his dick all the way into my mouth while simultaneously shoving my cock down his. His arms encircled my waist as I started to pull back. He worked my cock like it had never been done before! I did my best to follow his lead since he obviously knew what he was doing and was soon tasting his salty load. It made me cough, and I ended up spitting a lot of it out and just stroking his dick. As he orgasmed, he stopped sucking as fervently as he had been before. I pulled my cock out of his mouth and listened to him catching his breath and moaning. When his dick had started to slow down its release, I turned around and moved up to his torso. I started sucking on his nipples, and his hand found my cock and began stroking it. I worked my way up to his lips and then again violently shoved my tongue into his mouth, and we kissed passionately. I broke our kiss and started sucking on his neck. "You want to finish me off?" "Yes!" "You want to eat my cum, son?" "Yes Daddy!" I covered his mouth with mine once again, kissed him deeply, and then said "Suck Daddy's cock!" I stayed on all fours as he slithered beneath me. As soon as I felt his lips closing on my cock, I shoved my dick into his hungry mouth. Once again I felt his hands greedily grabbing on my ass, desperately wanting every inch of my hard flesh inside his mouth. I fucked his mouth like I had his ass just moments ago. I couldn't believe how talented he was, how much I wanted it, and how damn good it felt. I wanted to really pound his throat, but I worried about his head banging against the floor. I pulled out. "Get against the couch." He sat up so that his back was supported by the couch. I straddled him and leaned over until it would work and then with my dick firmly buried in his throat, I continued fucking his face. A couple of times I heard the furniture shifting on the floor as I slammed my cock into the hungry boy. I was going to cum. I could feel it building rapidly. My fucking intensified. I think he could tell because he seemed to relax his mouth more and just concentrated on being the perfect receptacle for my rod. When it happened, he greedily swallowed every drop of my jizz. "That's right Tom. Milk your daddy!" And he did. I sat down on the couch while he remained seated on the floor, his arm draped over my naked thigh. I absentmindedly ran my fingers through his hair as I recovered. After a while I said I needed to go to bed. I got up, tousled his hair once again, and then grabbed my clothes and underwear. Pointing to his scattered clothing, I said: "Please make sure you pick those up. Don't want Derek wondering what the hell happened." I smiled and then headed for my room. I brushed my teeth and splashed some water on my face. I was still conflicted over what had happened. I climbed into bed and tried to let my exhaustion take over, shoving memories, guilt, and pondering aside. I awoke some time in the morning. Rather I should say I was awoken. I was stunned at first but quickly realized the sensation I was feeling was Tom's mouth on my cock. I opened my eyes and saw movement beneath my blankets. I removed them and saw his head bobbing on my knob. "Want some of Daddy's milk for breakfast?" I asked, rubbing his back. I heard a muffled "Mmmmhmmm." I pulled his head off of my cock and guided him up to my face. He moved willingly, and when our faces met, we repeated our passionate kissing from last night. I grabbed him and rolled so that he was on his back. His legs wrapped around my waist as I stroked his cock and kissed him. My lips moved down until I was sucking on his nipples. "You know what Daddy wants?" "What?" he half moaned. "Some more of that hot ass!" I moved aside and roughly rolled him over. I climbed on top of him, spread his cheeks, put my dick at his hole, and then pushed. His ass raised in response, and so I just shoved it in. I heard him moaning, some of which sounded like pain, and watched as he bit into the pillow, but I didn't stop. "You like that big dick up your ass, don't you?" "Yes!" "Sir," I corrected. "Yes sir." "Yes sir!" "That ass is better than pussy boy! I'm gonna tear it up every chance I get!" "Yes! Please Daddy!" I began pounding his ass now. The bed creaking beneath us was a total turn-on. I couldn't go fast or deep enough. And he was begging for more almost the entire time. All sense of time left me. There was just this incredible sensation as I fucked him hard. Before I knew it my cock was buried in his hole and was unloading yet again. I stayed on top of him until my dick stopped twitching and then rolled off of him. We lay there in silence for a moment before I asked "Do you need taking care of?" "No. I shot while you were fucking me." "Sorry I missed it." Silence for a while longer. "Oh, and by the way, don't let Derek hear you call me Dad or Daddy, OK?" "Course not." I looked at him, truly admiring his body and sensuality, and pulled him over to me so we could cuddle. Neither of us said a word. We didn't need to.